Friday, November 17, 2006
thought that having left my sucky job would bring about lotsa time. but adversely, i am feeling much more busy now. and it's all because of Dollie and her bloody princessy ideas.
she hates her playpen now. she don't even like her puffy heart pillow anymore. so whenever you try to lock her up in her playpen, she barks till she gets released. and now, she won't sleep till you let her on your bed, comfortably laid with your comforter. only then, she will snuggle to sleep in a spot that has the fan blowing at her.
don't try to wake her up before she does. she'll start showing faces and scratching her own mattress.
she's got some medical issues to take care of right now. so expectedly, she refuses her medicine. even when we force feed her with it, she spits them out, disgustingly in foam form. then her muzzle hair will get all matted up. and soon she gets to bathe. my friend's yorkies, being showdogs, only bathe once every 5 days. but Dollie needs to bathe once every 3 days.
she hates her kibbles. let her play with it, otherwise it's fat hope that she will ever eat it automatically. but as for treats, she worships them and do anything just to get them. that is good because she has already learnt through treats the commands 'sit' and 'up'. 'shake hand' shall be next.
never leave her alone when she feels like playing or she will start growling at you. she will even go digging for dust to munch on just to snap into your attention.
good thing she's more or less paper-trained. 90% of the time she pee on the newspaper, 5% miss by an inch, another 5% just didn't bothered to go over.
she will be 4 months old tomorrow, and weighing 900grams. very much loved by her daddy and mummy, all her godpas and godmas, ahgong ahma, aunty and uncles.
is it too late?
- 1:26:00 PM
